noah_browning (noah_browning) wrote in neogenesisrpg, @ 2009-05-02 21:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | georgina lincoln, noah browning |
Saturday, May 2nd
Who: George Lincoln and Noah Browning
What: An interview
When: Saturday afternoon, 2.45pm
Where: The Brew-Haha Café
Rating: Most likely only PG-13
Status: COMPLETE
Noah sat at a table by the window, stirring sugar into his tea. The baristas had changed the music, and he hummed along to Tom Petty's Refugee. He glanced up and saw one of them, a young man with dark curly hair, singing dramatically along to the chorus, using a big spoon as a microphone while the other, a young blonde woman, laughed at him. Noah's mouth curved in amusement.
Smiling was a lot easier, these days. Nearly a month had passed since the bombing, though it seemed both longer and shorter than that. Physically, he was doing very well. His broken arm didn't hurt, and he didn't use the sling any longer. He'd gotten used to the cast and hadn't bashed himself in the head with it for a while now. The ribs hurt only if he stretched or moved the wrong way, and he was back to riding his bike. The stitches were out of his left hand, and while it was still a little stiff, he did the exercises Jeff had suggested to loosen it up. The black eye and the many cuts and abrasions on his face had faded, though he had a crooked scar along his right jawline that a plastic surgeon had said could be repaired, but Noah didn't care enough to bother with it. He'd never thought himself a handsome man anyway, and a scar was, in the long view, pretty inconsequential.
He'd gotten all his errands done already. This chat with Ms. Lincoln was the last thing on his list. When she'd called him last week at his office at UW, he'd almost said no to her request for an interview as one of the survivors of the bombing, but then had agreed, figuring what the hell. It couldn't hurt to talk with her, and she'd seemed pleasant and charming on the phone. All he'd be doing anyway would be sitting at home grading lab notebooks, and in a contest between that and chatting with someone, he'd take the latter any day.